Again she looked at him questioningly.He simply nodded after hardening his features making the gesture a command.She set the box down on the table nex... to the sofa and lifted her pleated skirt. She was naked underneath in accordance with his standing instructions not to wear underwear except as necessitated by her female cycle. She removed the shiny object from its box, noting a thin wire extending from one end. Presuming correctly that the end of the wire should remain on the outside of her,. He had his own life and no woman was going to tell him how to run it. He only came back here to hide. He had been on the run for 3 years. No one saw him the night he killed the beautiful Isabelle and the bastard who stole her from him. But the ghosts in his dreams wouldn’t leave him be. Every time he got comfortable, they showed up. His luck would turn bad, he would start drinking too much and would have to leave quickly and quietly. Here he still had a few of his old buddies and could maybe. ”Welshwriter --- “Are you wet?”Blue Lace --- “Ohhh, yes my pussy is soaked.”Welshwriter --- “Wish I could be there to taste it.”Blue Lace --- “Me too. My fingers are covered in my pussy juice. Would you like to suck it off them?”Welshwriter --- “Oh yes please, I bet your cunt tastes wonderful.”Blue Lace --- “I'd love you to find out. Is your cock weeping pre-cum?”I looked down and saw that it was.Welshwriter --- “Yes it is.”Blue Lace --- “Mmm I'd love to suck it off you.”This was getting hot. He was busy setting up the Christmas tree that Archie had left when Terry arrived. After greeting her with a kiss he took her case upstairs to his room, leaving her warming herself by the roaring log fire.That evening they dined at the Archers, Terry had asked him to take Buttercup as she had a package to pick up from Jack. Surviving the greetings of those present he found himself chatting with Ruby, Archie and Mrs Mac, while Terry was at the other end of the bar having an animated discussion.